The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1887-04-09
VOL. XXII.-NO. 25.

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Like en-? Yes, dear, guess do. never used
to see the trees wavin' up and down oil satash
Mountain or Black Lake ashinin' like our old pea
cocks breast when twas sundown. but that 1
thought how the Lord must have liked TO make
such beautiful things; and this is next best L
should think Philly would be as happy as a king
maxim such pictures
Before long Mr.. Schuyler called, In his pastoral
rounds for the Burrs were his parishioners; IL was
evident enough to his keen eyes that grandma was
neither nuisance nor a bore TO her lovely grand
daughter in fact the dear old lady had taken the
house by storm; the handsome stawart young men
treated her with charming affection and reverence;
she seemed to come from another world than
theirs, and with true delicaey Mrs Philip had not
tried to amend her dress to modern or city fashions
the black silk gown folded spotless kerehief
the elearmuslin cap with white ribbon bound about
it and tied in bow above the bit of sheer cambric
rue in her sleeves at the wrist WERE to be sure her
best Dress but then nothing could be too good for
Philips folks, and Etie looked at her with tender
eyes.
Isn't she like an old pictureY the girl asked Mr.
Schuyler.
Yes, indeed, he answered; but he looked at Eiie
instead of Grandma. Meantime Philip had called
in the most sful of the city DOCTORS but his moth
er seemed well; the charge had been like q fresh
dTaught to a dying fire; her life Frightened and
hickered up; she had no more spasms. Philip hoped
for years to come he might have her with him and
atone for the past DR.. Horton found no more than
the weakness of age to prescribe for and yet he left
a sting in Philips heart.
Keep her well nourished and gently stimulated
he said The trouble probably angina pectoris;
ifso, itmay return at any timc it certainly will some
time. You can only keep up her strength; she is
evidently feeble; keep her quiet
But how grandma enjoyed herselfl Philip fol-
lowed up the doctors advice thoroughly Grandma
Burr never was so cherished and comGorted in her
life; so Tapped in affection and luxury
'Tis like Kind of foretaste ofheaven she wrote TO
Mrandy; but hope 'twont make me set my afec-
tons on things below, for am living on borrowed
time, Mirandy and know Il. I've had my three
score and ten, and had not ought to banker for
more; It's real pleasant though, to be with Philly
and his folks, but hope I'm ready and willin when
the Lord says to come up higher
As the end of Lent drew near, John Schuyler came
in oftener to consult with Effie about the Easter
music. Philip had brought home with him some
rare Italian music, and among 1t was an exquisite
Easter anthem, and Efie was to sing the solo,
Grandmother Burr heard much that was new TO
her, but said nothing till one day she turned TO Eff
fe and asked, What is Easter dearT
oh, grandma Why, l thought everybody knew
Easter It's the day Christ rose from the dead
How DO you know It's !? asked grandma simply.
'why-why-well, the Prayer book says so' Ellie
answered. inadequately enough.
How does that know? asked grandma, who had
been almost as much astonished by the services of
the Episcopal Church as by the telephone, and had
no more reverence for a Prayer book than for an
almanac.
Philip came to the resue. Mother dear IT is not
real certainty; it is tradition so is Christmas Day
4 hare heered of Christmas put in grandma, TO
deprecate her ignorance.
But If knowledge is uncertain, Is ii not good
thing TO celebrate the Lords birth and death and re-
surrectioR on some days rather than forget themg
This do IN remembrance of Me- quoted grandma
, vaguely.
And ah, grandma, it is so beautiful, Easter en-
gerly added Effie The church is all dressed with
flowers, and we have such music How you will
like itr
Grandma smiled. The beautiful Church of ST.
Faiths with its robed priest, its Gothic gloom its
colored windows, its chanting choir had been as
new an experience to her as an opera would have
| been; but her honest sonl disccTned her Lord in
every place of worship amid all this pomp and glory
as well as in the harnlike meeting house ofFeeding
Hills, with its faded moreen cushions and the tun-
ing fork choir leader its sheet iron stoves and high
sounding board above the lofty little pulpit Il al
ways like to hear about the Lord, chfsa, she said
meekly. And It's mabbe good thing toxeep day
for His risin'. It's comfort because It's promise
l like to think about the resurrection mornin' II
will be good to come up beside Stephen and father
have missed them considerable all these years.
Because live ye shall live also That is the good
word for graveyard. and had il put onto Stephens
stone. guess shall like real well to 90 to your
meetin that day.
oftener and oftener John Schuyler came to Philip
Bnrr's house, 1t seemed to him almost gate OF
heaven, with that gentle trllstu simple old woman
waiting for her call 10 go home in such meek faith;
and also II seemed to him the portal of his earthly
life, with lovely creature waiting to unclose it.
He called her engel, but called her wife, Grand
ma Burr saw the situation, and smiled on It,
He is good young man, that Mr. Schuyler, she
said to Efie. And he ought to have a good loving
wife. shall tell the Lord about it when get
there,
Efie remembered the words and repeated them
long after She thought grandma had done what
she said then. At last Easter Sunday dawned.
So cool and calm and bright,
for Easter was late that year. and grandma in her
quilted satin bonnet and warm fur-llned eloak crep,
up the aisle on Philips arm Euphemia and her Ham
nah following; the boys and Ehle were all in the
! choir. Grandma closed her eyes in brief prayer
anu theh iooSeu ahont her with chfldS delight
SNOW white roses heaped the marble font, garlands
of white carnations fesooned the dark velvet of the
pulpit drapery great pots of stainless caas rising
from their fresh green leaves were set about the
ohaneel, and vases of fragrant milk white Easter
lilies adorned the altar-a lavish purity that con-
trasted well with the rich dresses and EoweV LIKE
coloring ofthat part Of the audience who think
new honpet is the real Easter offering. Grandmas
dim eyes shone as she looked at the abundant
flowers; but when the organ began a triumphant
symphony she seemed to tremble: the music thrill
ed soul and body and when, after the brief sermon,
Efies pure fresh young voice rose on the still and
perfumed air in
The Lord is arisen